When we reach the point in time that we feel there is no energy to meet another challenge, we relent and let go, we hope lightly, and prepare to depart. We have lived our lives in preparation of our next address. Those who love us know we won’t be disappointed. We, ourselves, probably not so certain.
Life is everlasting we were told, not only for the daffodil, the mushroom and the evergreen, but of course for us. I have blogged now into my 8th year and hope that what my life has affirmed for my readers is that I only write what I know. What my experience and what my open head with memories have subtly and sometimes hammered at me, we are what we know.
If we have not played fast and loose with our endowed gifts, we have had a lesson plan written precisely for us, with the freedom of choice granted graciously. Not a walk in the park for sure, but mountains to climb with pockets of joy to lighten the mix.
In my extended family we have had departures of late of beloveds. After lives well lived, these departures leave a loss to be sure, but what life has taught, we leave with a forwarding address. Awakened will be other times and places and loves with arms open to receive us.
As we here bid goodbye, others shout, welcome! We waited for you! Amen and amen with a welcome home. . . .
Within Memory. . . .
You will again yearn for a patch
of green earth to lie down on,
to smell the pine forest alive in its secrets.
Or hidden beneath the crisp cover
of fresh snow. They will not have left
your memory.
Somewhere also within memory,
is a place yearning for you. It is deep
in time that is as remote as a country village.
And yet there too, you will find refreshment.
You will find eyes that light and
follow you when you enter their doors.
There will be those whose lives you have
searched for remnants of who you are.
You will find them waiting silently for your voice
to beckon them from where you have been hiding
for almost a century; bent on finding a reason to live.
So come now, when you hear your name called
let us know you are willing to be with those
whose love for you is weighed in centuries.
Nowhere near the place you now hold as
being close to heaven and yet, yet, close enough
that you will lose your hold on the place
destined to be another memory. You will take
love for god’s sake and hold it high
as a solemn token of the herald’s torch,
reminding all that the way is always safe
until the games are over.